Original Poetry
Thank you
Thank you for the pain of delusion
Thank you for showing me how much I can love
Thank you for ignoring my calls and message’s
Thank you for letting me go
Thank you for showing me how cruel and fucked up people can be
Thank you because of you, I know how strong I am
Thank you because of you, I am a better person
Thank you because of you, I know what I don’t want
Thank you because of you, I know how much people can lie
Thank you because of you, I know what fake friends look like
Thank you...
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In Vain
In vain with a spell bound
to thy eaves within myself, shall I praise and remain untouched by suffering, smiles painted in vain
Oh, what pain in vain against my heart’s forsaken desire that reposes in deep despair claiming enslaving each of my dreams vainly in its winter sea beneath truth’s waves devouring any chance of fate, betraying love’s sweet taste of fruit upon thy breast could you be so cruel
and vain, like death itself?
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Only
Only in these four walls did I learn to live again
Only in these four walls did I feel pain like no other I have ever felt before
Only in these hoarded memories of my past and present entwining behind these four walls did I tear my heart again.
Only in these walls did I learned to love my scars
Only in these walls did crawl and scream for forgiveness
Only in these walls I was forced to face my fears
Only in these walls did I feel grateful for being here
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My light
I feel this light shining down on me
I know it’s you
So I bear my soul every night to you Your the only one that knows me well
So cry to you I trust in you
Because
You lift me up
When there was no one else Your never late always on time
So cry I to you
I trust in you
I know you’ll be waiting for me when the time is right.
So for now I watch my steps knowing you’re always there my best friend
My light in darkest days
I feel this light shining down on me
I know it’s you
So I bear my soul every night to you
Your the only one that knows me well
So I cry to you
I trust in you
Because
You lift me up
When there was no one else Your never late always on time
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Turbulence
Coming out of turbulence with a strong mind Standing strong
With a clear view
Knowing my worth
Waiting for the right
To see me
Hear me
Feel me
Oh, no, no, no more Shame
No more pain
Yeah that's right no more
I will be true to my self
The imperfections were stepping stones to my soul
Oh I can see so clearly now
The new feels, so good
Yeah might have a stumble here and there but who wants perfection
That's no longer me
Oh no, no, no more Shame
No more pain
Yeah that's right no more
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This poem was written in 2019 when I first started writing poetry. I was going through a lot and I only had 4 walls to witness my change.
Sulh
You are the sulh that walks beneath the cold glare of those lost and looking for thee deity, the one that lights the way to a bright new day
You are the deceiving nædrecynn that drags itself to the ear of the suffering whispering promises of paradise covered with embroideries of the deofol
You have taken thee deity for granted,
and spread sulh in a world crying, and suffering in death into silence;
You will never see thee stand by the side of bealuful
You will never ravish from your own circe covered with blood, of the bealuléas that fell upon thee sætere
You the perfect field, and threat to geléaffulnes and the sulh to the this eardgeard.
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Whomsoever
whomsoever art thou to judge me
when the fathere up heaven stalwart in love’s me so, dost ye feel the neede toe see 'e his face, ine ordere to whate believe i sleight has't seen betroth?
whomsoever art thou to judge me
when am the one thate hast to answer to him
whomsoever touchstone art ye to throw stones at me hime for loving so.
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Crashing
Lashing and crashing when thinking of you
Drowning in sorrow gasping for air
Digging and digging
Reaching a rigging
But finding a hole
I know you don’t care that I’ve always been there
Very aware of who’s there
It’s not fair you never cared am always prepared, scared to declare I did care
And here I am
Lashing and crashing when thinking of you
Drowning in sorrow gasping for air
Digging and digging
Reaching a rigging
But finding a hole
Waiting in darkness
Unbecoming this senseless thing
Keep pulling the string you careless bitch
Trying to stitch you fucken twitch
Looking for answers and finding questions
Nothing is clear it never has been
And here I am
Lashing and crashing when thinking of you
Drowning in sorrow gasping for air
Digging and digging
Reaching a rigging
But finding a hole
however whatever whenever
I will settle the score
I won’t be the one crashing anymore
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Lofian me hnot
Lofian me hnot with your deep honey eyes that touch my skin in vain
Lofian me hnot my heart was beating pit-a-pat,
and put to shame by her eyes unpitied unseen, unheard, unheralded, they were too blind to see pass my declining moon that used to shine brighter than the sun
Lofian me hnot in to abysmal darknesses of an abandoned star that makes no difference where you're gone
Lofian me hnot with or without any avail; that we may one day greet with Indifference cutting down into puddles, of old days before movies could speak.
“They were not present. Yet not farewell”,
Lofian me hnot as though I was nothing more than air! Coming out of an old antiquity. With nothing left but dirt roads with no lights pricking behind my eyes,
Lofian me hnot that you would deceive my crying heart as light when faced with night
Lofian me hnot like the bitter taste of lime when touching the tongue, screaming take and restrain my heart with thee, chains of blooming age, ashamed, afraid to see what might have been.
Oh, Lofian me not.
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Fell (angry)
Fell with emotion of not being able to receiveth up on mine own owneth
This t'rture to mine own aching bones yond crave to move on mountain highest peak covered with broken dreams unrealized ambitions of my own almanac.
The love for something new I thought I'd stumbled blindly when a tear dropped as I looked in the glass, of my own self burning with desire to swallow sadness
to see me stride, and never die, but this world I resent in fell for taking away my livelihood essence and dreams of an opportunity untold ignored by those who thought themselves I had no part or even divine ingredients of above.
I am fell, fell, fell with thy
How dareth thee condemned me to a life of despair
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Stars
The world is full of stars.
but when they drop their javelins, their rage resign.
to see what might have been, set us affright.
with his eyes cast down, rots empty hands sit humbly down?
to see what might have been, lifelong purpose of confusing notions:
far away with his head bowed down in to slumber soothed, loved, honoured among those dupes of destiny blaspheme who claim to know true love of thee.
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Taste of death
“I have tasted death and lived another day”...
The walk
When we walk the walk,
we only take memories of love and pain that faded in dreams deep in our eye's never-ending river of light that only shines bright at night up in the sky.
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True Love
True love doesn't play or chase it knows nothing of hate or shame only, sweet words with smiles upon each brief hours of sunset kisses on every side, were scarcely touched hardly touched by true love in hours.
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Dragon Love
This dragon love
as blacken dead roots of a rose
cannot blossom anymore
for when death drew apart made my heart beat loud in vain against the fireing
blithering of my heart
reminding me of how fragile like crumbling flame may burn,
So easily any effort or dream of my
Dragon love
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Mother
Mother I say today, “okay”
I’ve never been openly vocally or presently to admit that we could learn to be more
carefully about how much better it would be if each knew who we are,
to see that nobody can break us apart
A bond marked with lines of pain
chain across our veins
I restrained by saying today in this way before.
My lane takes away another day without making any efforts to be seen openly emotionally, like you’ve never seen straight through me.
Mother today I feel completely awake recalling every day of past misery; that made me who I am.
I change colors every day.
just to see if you can read into the colors of my soul
Mother I just want to say nothing
but something twisted in dejection.
Of my own esteem crying in despair,
to decide when shall this dead face in the mirror clear away every piece called me from the day I was born
marked by uncertainty on my birth!
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Moom
Ask the moon to
tell you how much I loved you,
ask the cold nights to show you how
much I loved you.
Ask the wind to blow, and touch your
cheeks, to feel my souls touch upon your
skin,
Ask the stars above to let you see how
much time I had to skip to strip these
eyes from reading; all things that weep,
as I lay there looking back across
looking at the moon begins to shine!
Brighter that night as the night conceives
itself with my dying heart.
o moon, will you ever talk and show her
the truth.